Chapter 903： Who are you afraid of?

In the upper-class circles of London, many people are saying that the Landmark Hotel is now a new year for Wang Xiaoer, and one year is worse than one year.

Forgetting when it started, known as London's most popular afternoon tea paradise, the Landmark Hotel gradually lost the favor of the upper class in London and gradually became mediocre.

Many meetings and gatherings originally scheduled at the Landmark Hotel have gradually changed their locations.

Among them, at least two thirds have been transferred to Southampton.

Because it is close enough to be able to escape the hustle and bustle of London, enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Solent Strait on the River Teste and Ichin, it is really refreshing.

Even if it is afternoon tea, you can at least eat one more.

For this group of upper class people, an hour’s drive is really not too close.

Perhaps it is because there are fewer and fewer weighty meetings, so the Premier League presidential summit, which was not highly regarded, has received more and more attention from the Landmark Hotel, and even greeted the slogan at the gate. People passing by the entrance of the hotel can see clearly.

This also made Yang Huan a little embarrassed.

No way, these years, you can't keep a low profile!

"Welcome, Master Huan!"

As soon as the car arrived, the lobby manager walked over and took the initiative to open the car door. The greeting came before his face was revealed.

Yang Huan got out of the car with a smile, looked at the old acquaintance, and smiled slightly, "Why are you so free today?"

"Uh..." The other party was obviously taken aback.

That's right, he used to be a busy man, where would he do such a thing?

But there is no way, who makes the hotel business bad now?

The top pressure is down, and the quality of this service has to be improved, so that all guests have a super catch.

Coupled with layoffs, he, the lobby manager, can only catch the ducks on the shelves and come by himself.

Seeing Master Huan, his mood was really complicated.

Because if it weren't for the chef of Young Master Huan, the afternoon tea at the Landmark Hotel would still be the best in the UK. Why did it fall to the present level?

However, he had also talked to several chefs who had been poached before, and found that their treatment in the Southampton Undersea Hotel was much better than in London. Even Shao-Ye Huan encouraged and supported them to develop and research new dishes. formula.

It was precisely because he had heard this in the mouths of his former colleagues that he felt so complicated when he saw Master Huan.

"By the way, are everyone else here?" Yang Huan didn't embarrass the old acquaintance either.

In other words, the Randmark Hotel is also one of the top hotels in London, England. This lobby manager is definitely one of the best in the industry. Coupled with many years of contact, he is kind to Yang Huan.

This is how Young Master Huan is. He will not embarrass others if he sees it right.

"All are here." The lobby manager glanced at Young Master Huan again, as if saying, Young Master, you were the last to arrive.

Young Master Huan laughed comfortably.

Isn't this normal?

Usually the protagonist will be the finale.

Besides, no, the scheduled meeting time has not arrived yet.

Without saying much, Yang Huan walked into the hotel lobby with a smile, and saw the lobby manager following him respectfully. Yang Huan stopped suddenly and slapped the lobby manager on the shoulder.

"Our Undersea Hotel still lacks a lobby manager recently, are you interested?"

"Huh?" The lobby manager was taken aback, and immediately panicked and looked around, for fear of being heard.

The Landmark Hotel is now at a sensitive time. If the poaching spreads out, then he must be dead.

Also, is this young master serious?

Seeing the inquiring eyes of the lobby manager, Yang Huan really found it difficult to handle it. Could it be that the words untrustworthy were written on my face?

Why is it that every time I speak seriously, I am always suspected by others?

Unable to do so, Young Master Huan could only nod his head heavily, "If you are interested, just handle things in London and come to Southampton to find me!" After that, he continued to walk forward.

Believe it or not, anyway, I said, it is your loss if you miss it!

The lobby manager was left standing there in a daze, full of confusion.

But Young Master Huan had just walked out of the lobby and stepped into the courtyard of afternoon tea when a person suddenly rushed out of him.

"Hey, I said, Master Huan, what are you whispering to that old man? It made him confused, what's the matter?"

Yang Huan doesn't need to look back, just listen to the voice to know, isn't Hamad who is the servant?

But how can it be so easy to speak so yin and yang?

Is it necessary to speak so passionately?

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the beautiful woman next to Master Huan is like a cloud, this is not enough, even the old man will not let it go!"

After speaking, Hamad turned around again and made two chuckles.

"It's no wonder that even though it's a bit old, the charm still exists, and the demeanor is handsome."

Yang Huan couldn't take it anymore, turned around, and kicked it directly, "I am so beautiful, and you are old wood!"

But Hamad really knew Master Huan too well, he had already jumped away and laughed.

"Get out of here!" Yang Huan pointed at him viciously, "I promise not to kill you!"

"Haha, Master Huan, you say, am I so stupid?"

Yang Huan raised his brows and raised his fingers at Long Wu, who was next to him. Long Wu immediately clasped his hands together, and there was a sound of joints.

Hamad suddenly withered, and the whole person was like a **** that had been defeated, bowed his head and walked over.

"Okay, Master Huan, please play it lightly, and don't slap your face, I'm making a star recently, so I can't mix it with a face slap!"

Yang Huan almost fainted. Is this guy still the little Middle Eastern prince who got dirty back then?

Hippy, it's just a loach!

Needless to say, it must have been the whole mess with the guy who unbuttoned the three buttons, all of whom have become prodigal sons.

Really, how innocent a person was originally, has been taken astray!

After finishing speaking, Master Huan was disappointed, sad, sad, and very heartbroken as he hated iron for not making steel. He turned and walked towards the elevator without forgetting a long sigh.

Hamad knew immediately that he was out of trouble, and immediately caught up with him with a smile.

Long Wu looked at his left and right fists and sighed. He was obviously going to fight. Why didn't he fight?

There is no chance to make a shot again, and his fists are rusty.

Enter the elevator, press the eighth floor, and once the door is closed, it is a world.

"Master Huan, this time I heard that there is a big reform, what are you going to do?" Hamad also took away the hippie smile and became serious.

Yang Huan had become accustomed to his face-changing technique a long time ago, and said angrily, "What do you do?"

"My dad asked me to follow you, but we have to communicate first, how can we deal with it without waiting?"

Yang Huan laughed as soon as he heard it, "Wait a minute? Want you to deal with it?"

Hamad is depressed. I at least represent Tottenham Hotspur, don't you?

Can you give me some face?

"In short, relax your mind, this matter has nothing to do with you or me."

"Why?" Hamad had no idea.

The day before yesterday, the chief executive of the Premier League, Richard Skudmore, ran to talk to Daniel Levi about these things very seriously, and Mubarak also called him, as if talking to him. It's like dying daddy.

How come Young Master Huan doesn't seem to care at all?

"No reason." Yang Huan smiled slightly, just as the elevator dinged, Young Master Huan slapped Hamad's shoulder heavily, and the pain made this guy grin, and then he smiled contentedly.

"You are a local tyrant, who are you afraid of? Soldiers will block the water and cover the earth. Anyway, professional football is playing capital. Your family has nothing else. The money is more, right? As long as money can solve the problem, you say, is it a problem? ?"

After speaking, Master Huan took the lead out of the elevator.

Hamad stayed in the elevator alone, full of mud.

What does this mean?

It seemed to make sense, but it seemed to say nothing.

Seeing the elevator door closed in front of him, Hamad was shocked, and hurriedly opened the door desperately, and then chased out quickly.

"Master Huan!"

"Hello Master Huan!"

"It's been a long time since I saw you, Master Huan!"

"The style remains the same, Master Huan!"

As soon as Yang Huan entered the conference hall, he was greeted warmly by almost everyone in the room.

Only Chelsea boss Abramovich, who was sitting not far from the entrance, murmured sourly, "Isn't it just that the European game played well? Even the appearances are like this! Who will show it?"

But Young Master Huan usually ignores him directly. Who makes them enemies in the first place?

At this moment, Mubarak came over and shook hands with Yang Huan, "Hehe, I love the young master, you Southampton has been in a bad shape lately. The league championship has been firmly established, and there has been a breakthrough in the FA Cup!"

Yang Huan immediately waved his hands again and again, "Nothing, nothing, isn't it just defeating a relegation team?"

Abramovich's face suddenly froze.

Looking around, everyone seemed to be smiling, looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, which made him suddenly feel that everyone's eyes were like needles pierced on him, it was so sour.

"Yang Huan, you..."

Yang Huan pretended to be taken aback, shook his head and said, "Roman, what's the matter with me?"

Are you still pretending to be stupid?

Abramovich has a hard time.

Who doesn't know what Yang Huan's words mean is to taunt Chelsea as a relegation team?

The Blues were unlucky enough, and the FA Cup draw was drawn to Southampton. The result was defeated by the Saints II at Stamford Bridge, and was knocked out of the FA Cup.

The current Chelsea are still hovering around the relegation zone, with little improvement in performance.

This also disappointed Yang Huan.

Originally, he had agreed with Mubarak and Hamad and wanted to kill Chelsea.

Unexpectedly, Ramirez would be forced to dig during the winter break, and Abramovich would not kill him.

However, Chelsea wanted to sign up, but they were also mixed up by several of their teams, which made Abramovich almost crazy.

In the case of the team's unfavorable signings, Chelsea is limited by the team's strength, it is difficult to make a difference.

And at present, the team is in disarray, and many players are already distracted.

For example, players such as Benatia and Quadrado will not get a chance in Mourinho's hands. The Portuguese would rather use veterans and players from other positions than them. Abramovich is also very good. depressed.

Judging from the current situation, Chelsea's relegation should be no problem, but...

After this fall, I don't know how long it will take to recover to reproduce the glory of Chelsea in the past.

Especially now that the competition in the Premier League is so fierce If you want to regain the top four, how can it be so easy?

"Young Master Huan!" The FA Chairman David Bernstein also came over.

"Hello, David!" Yang Huan smiled and shook hands with him.

But everyone else around saw the old man who represented the FA, but they all seemed to avoid it.

Of course Yang Huan knew the reason.

In fact, what David Bernstein wants to say in a moment, Yang Huan knew about it before, but he didn't participate in it, and he didn't make a statement, staying neutral.

Even, to some extent, he is still a little optimistic about this matter.

This is why he deliberately stepped on the point.

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